The Beauty Of Art Poem by Maria Khan.86

Art can be charcoal
When smudged on
your hands
Or even when paint is
splashed on art paper
that race and sprint
down the page

It can be different
colours
that blend together,
that looks
warm, delicate and
glossy
like the rich copper
sun
that looks like gold

Or the deep bold black
ink
On paper
like pearls that leaves
fingerprints
Or the pale pink that
turns vibrant
like the summer trees
with blossom fragrance

Or the sun that
sketches shadows
and the green trees
gividing shade
The shimmers that
brush the blue ocean
but little had i thought
Art was always
around me 💗